THE REFLECTION GAME
The faint whispers from the forest still seemed to linger in Anna’s ears, making her shiver.
“This is the library,” Ryan argued, pointing at the familiar rows of bookshelves. “Same dusty shelves, same creepy vibe.”
“No,” Logan said firmly, stepping forward. He gestured to the mirrors embedded in the walls. Unlike before, their surfaces were cracked, and the reflections they cast were distorted and fragmented. “The library isn’t supposed to look like this.”
Anna’s stomach churned as she noticed the cracks spreading across the mirrors, their spiderweb patterns glowing faintly. The scenes they reflected were fractured—a glimpse of the silver forest here, a shadowy hallway there, and flashes of